Why are Fyromian (fakemacedonain) women so mustachable hairy?Why are Fyromian (fakemacedonain) women so mustachable hairy and like 80 years old grannies and are fugly with yellow teeth. they look like panbalkan gypsies---

Actually they are hairy,dark and have a gypsy look(But Gypsies are more beautiful and polite..)
Look at some of them:

i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/07/3… ,
but it is not a problem for you,except if you are a racist.
Are you;

But the problem is,that FYROMians are very racists and seem to have inferiority complex. See what they did to English national team football players here:

bleacherreport.com/articles/42718…

edit:I answered not only for women

No one knew the hairy knees saying. So what other sayings did your Granny have?That lead to good wholesome advice?

Don't come running to me if you break your leg!

Why do they call me "hairy"?All this year in high-school people have called me hairy.
I have tried to make it go away, but rubbing vinegar and oil on it, but it doesn't seem to be working.
My granny won't let me use a razor, because she is afraid I will bleed to death (I know, weird) because... well... I don't really want to talk about it.
If I wash my legs enough will it go away?
I think that my legs might be super too. The hair is red, seriously, and it grows in bushels.
Thanks, and please don't tease me.

get one from the supermarket, do it in privacy, hide it if you have to. it's your body, and you're old enough to make your own choices. if it bothers you, then you have the right to do something about it.

Is the big bad wolf clever or what?he talks for one thing in nursery rhymes, he has transvestitism down to a tee, wears grannies nightie and his hairy muzzle and fangs even fool red!..her poor grandmother had serious hirsutism must have had bad hormones ....a candidate for HRT indeed.... he spends his days blowing straw homes off pigs in real life, he'd tear those pork effers from limb to limb... he walks on his hindlegs like scooby doo... a boy cried him and no one believed the boy, silver bullets kill the were versions...now he is one smart species! indeed :-)

Yeh, shame he's in rehab right now though. Would explain a lot thought...you can read about it in his biography, My Booky Woof (lol not an insult to Russell Brand, I just happen to have the book next to me XD).

Fill in the blanks to this popular story, using your own words?Little Red Riding ______ is visiting her Granny. But when she gets to Granny's house, Granny looks very ______!

"Granny," she said, "What big _____ you have!"
" All the better to _____ you with," replied the _____

"Granny," she said, "What ____ teeth you have!"
"All the better to _____ you with my dear"

Little Red Riding minger eyes flew out the window but before she could even co-ck the 9mm she had shot her right up.

Why do people leave the pool after they see me in it?Whenever I'm swimming in the apartment community pool (I'm the only one in it), people enter, and after 3-4 minutes of watching me swim, leave. LoL, I don't think I'm that ugly am I?? lol I'm 23, slim, and don't splash a lot of water. I think I look fairly normal (no weird skin rashes, no hairy legs, etc.). Also I'm not bumping into them when they're in the water for that little bit. It's happened to me several times already. :( I've made young college like me all the way up to grannies disappear.

lol

Depending on the size of the pool, maybe it is too small for a lot of people. Some people just want to be in the pool with someone familiar. I know I do. I wait until people leave until I go in if it is like in an apartment pool. If it is a big olympic size public pool, there is a lot more room to not feel crowded.

Is this okay (soz if to long)?????????????????Chapter 1:
“Yeah, well I want a refund!” the man yelled at me at 9:07am on a Sunday morning. I was knackered and couldn’t really be bothered to argue with this fool standing in front of me waving a receipt. I had a massive hang over from Saturday partying and didn’t no I would be covering for someone today at ‘Petals’ which is a retail shop.
“I’m sorry I will happily return it” I said so not happy rubbing my forehead. He was like an annoying song that I couldn’t shift out of my throbbing head.
“Not good enough I want to see the manager, I have a complaint” a complaint didn’t cover the anger he was throwing on my so early in the morning – Sunday morning.
“Yes, right away, but what was wrong with the item you purchased?” I closed my eyes and went to my ‘happy place’ HA!
“It tore as soon as my daughter put it on her and it was the right size for her, it also had a huge stain on the inside which I could not see when buying it!”
“Well why didn’t your daughter try it on before you bought it?”
“Because it was a present and it still doesn’t take away the fact that it had a stain inside it!” he bellowed making my head hurt twice as hard. Grrr...I wanted to punch him and send him flying into space. He was pretty urgent and annoyed to come here just after the shop opened at 9:00am.
“How much was it sir?”
“Twenty quid” he laughed. “I wouldn’t pay twenty pee for it now!”
“Ok, I’ll get the manager out here.” I sauntered into the backroom and wandered around until I found my manager: Mrs Smith.
“Yes...problem?” she asked.
“Yes, customer, angry” I said it like I was a robot: something out of the terminator.
She put her legs down and her coffee and her ‘Heat’ magazine, looking totally pissed off, she stomped out of the room and went to the very very angry and annoyed customer.
I couldn’t deal with this first thing on and early Sunday morning with a hangover. I didn’t usually get drunk and haven’t been drinking alcohol that long as I am only nineteen. Yes...I live in the UK were you can drink at eighteen...whoop, whoop!
I had only recently turned nineteen a month ago and have been living the night life and partying like a crazy teen since I turned eighteen.
I sauntered back past the confrontation between my manager and the hairy fat freak complaining. I went to hang around to see if any un-normal people would be in petals at this time in the morning. Nah, maybe grannies but they wouldn’t be in a fashion young girls shop!
“Ellie, over here!” Millie (my work mate) called me over to where she was standing.
“Hey, my head ******* kills!” I fluttered my eyes in pain.
“Hangover?”
“Yup.”
“Hmm, not good” Millie shook her lovely dyed chocolate brown long hair. She wore heaps of make-up and she was like a size 4 sometimes 6 depends what store and clothing she bought. But me on the other hand, I was size 8 to 10 mostly size 8. I have Auburn hair that was straight and long. I always wore my hoop earrings which I hardly ever took out. I didn’t wear heaps of make-up like Millie, but I do love a make-over what girl doesn’t? Oh yeah a tomboy.
“Why do you keep fluttering those blue eyes at me?” Millie said with a grin and a sparkle in her chocolate brown eyes that matched her hair colour.
“I am knackered, obviously” I rolled my eyes this time.
“Yep I have had that feeling many more times than you...even when I was .”
“Yeah only because your two years older than me, Gran bag!” I called her ‘oldie’ sometimes as well.
“Ooh, that the best ya can do ******!”
“Not even close Mcflurry” yes, her name is Millie and she loves her Mcflurrys’ you get from McDonalds and it starts with the same letter as her first name.
“So, ya doing anything Friday night?”
“Whoa, you expect me to plan that far ahead?”
“Uh, sorry I forgot you were still young and learning the alphabet” she chuckled. We were just both horsing around as per usual.
“Yeah, yeah” I folded my arms wanting to fall to the floor, suck my thumb, and sleep like a baby. Not learning the alphabet, that can come later.
“Well when you do no what your doing or not doing text me kay?”
“Sure will” I winked.
“So, got lucky last night with any lads at the ‘Phantom’ club?”
I sighed. “Yeah I wish.”
“Argh, to bad.”
“Yeah well I hope you and Fredrick last more than a week this time.”
“It was more than a week and at least I have one miss loner” Millie had been going out with this guy for a year now, on and off. Okay, it did last longer than a week but no shorter than three weeks.
“Yeah, anyway what...” before I could get us on to another subject (about friends) Mrs Smith called me.
“Ellie, on the till” she pointed behind her to where the till was with her thumb.
“Kay” I held my thumb up to her walked to the till.

Pretty good. Kept me hooked.

What do you think of this story? soz if to long! (twice posted today)?Chapter 1:
“Yeah, well I want a refund!” the man yelled at me at 9:07am on a Sunday morning. I was knackered and couldn’t really be bothered to argue with this fool standing in front of me waving a receipt. I had a massive hang over from Saturday partying and didn’t no I would be covering for someone today at ‘Petals’ which is a retail shop.
“I’m sorry I will happily return it” I said so not happy rubbing my forehead. He was like an annoying song that I couldn’t shift out of my throbbing head.
“Not good enough I want to see the manager, I have a complaint” a complaint didn’t cover the anger he was throwing on my so early in the morning – Sunday morning.
“Yes, right away, but what was wrong with the item you purchased?” I closed my eyes and went to my ‘happy place’ HA!
“It tore as soon as my daughter put it on her and it was the right size for her, it also had a huge stain on the inside which I could not see when buying it!”
“Well why didn’t your daughter try it on before you bought it?”
“Because it was a present and it still doesn’t take away the fact that it had a stain inside it!” he bellowed making my head hurt twice as hard. Grrr...I wanted to punch him and send him flying into space. He was pretty urgent and annoyed to come here just after the shop opened at 9:00am.
“How much was it sir?”
“Twenty quid” he laughed. “I wouldn’t pay twenty pee for it now!”
“Ok, I’ll get the manager out here.” I sauntered into the backroom and wandered around until I found my manager: Mrs Smith.
“Yes...problem?” she asked.
“Yes, customer, angry” I said it like I was a robot: something out of the terminator.
She put her legs down and her coffee and her ‘Heat’ magazine, looking totally pissed off, she stomped out of the room and went to the very very angry and annoyed customer.
I couldn’t deal with this first thing on and early Sunday morning with a hangover. I didn’t usually get drunk and haven’t been drinking alcohol that long as I am only nineteen. Yes...I live in the UK were you can drink at eighteen...whoop, whoop!
I had only recently turned nineteen a month ago and have been living the night life and partying like a crazy teen since I turned eighteen.
I sauntered back past the confrontation between my manager and the hairy fat freak complaining. I went to hang around to see if any un-normal people would be in petals at this time in the morning. Nah, maybe grannies but they wouldn’t be in a fashion young girls shop!
“Ellie, over here!” Millie (my work mate) called me over to where she was standing.
“Hey, my head ******* kills!” I fluttered my eyes in pain.
“Hangover?”
“Yup.”
“Hmm, not good” Millie shook her lovely dyed chocolate brown long hair. She wore heaps of make-up and she was like a size 4 sometimes 6 depends what store and clothing she bought. But me on the other hand, I was size 8 to 10 mostly size 8. I have Auburn hair that was straight and long. I always wore my hoop earrings which I hardly ever took out. I didn’t wear heaps of make-up like Millie, but I do love a make-over what girl doesn’t? Oh yeah a tomboy.
“Why do you keep fluttering those blue eyes at me?” Millie said with a grin and a sparkle in her chocolate brown eyes that matched her hair colour.
“I am knackered, obviously” I rolled my eyes this time.
“Yep I have had that feeling many more times than you...even when I was .”
“Yeah only because your two years older than me, Gran bag!” I called her ‘oldie’ sometimes as well.
“Ooh, that the best ya can do ******!”
“Not even close Mcflurry” yes, her name is Millie and she loves her Mcflurrys’ you get from McDonalds and it starts with the same letter as her first name.
“So, ya doing anything Friday night?”
“Whoa, you expect me to plan that far ahead?”
“Uh, sorry I forgot you were still young and learning the alphabet” she chuckled. We were just both horsing around as per usual.
“Yeah, yeah” I folded my arms wanting to fall to the floor, suck my thumb, and sleep like a baby. Not learning the alphabet, that can come later.
“Well when you do no what your doing or not doing text me kay?”
“Sure will” I winked.
“So, got lucky last night with any lads at the ‘Phantom’ club?”
I sighed. “Yeah I wish.”
“Argh, to bad.”
“Yeah well I hope you and Fredrick last more than a week this time.”
“It was more than a week and at least I have one miss loner” Millie had been going out with this guy for a year now, on and off. Okay, it did last longer than a week but no shorter than three weeks.
“Yeah, anyway what...” before I could get us on to another subject (about friends) Mrs Smith called me.
“Ellie, on the till” she pointed behind her to where the till was with her thumb.
“Kay” I held my thumb up to her walked to the till.

I love the language lol knackered I guess that means hung over in...well anyways it was okay from 1 to 10 Id give it a 5 in a half maybe a 6.

Is this first bit of my story ok ?Chapter 1:
“Yeah, well I want a refund!” the man yelled at me at 9:07am on a Sunday morning. I was knackered and couldn’t really be bothered to argue with this fool standing in front of me waving a receipt. I had a massive hang over from Saturday partying and didn’t no I would be covering for someone today at ‘Petals’ which is a retail shop.
“I’m sorry I will happily return it” I said so not happy rubbing my forehead. He was like an annoying song that I couldn’t shift out of my throbbing head.
“Not good enough I want to see the manager, I have a complaint” a complaint didn’t cover the anger he was throwing on my so early in the morning – Sunday morning.
“Yes, right away, but what was wrong with the item you purchased?” I closed my eyes and went to my ‘happy place’ HA!
“It tore as soon as my daughter put it on her and it was the right size for her, it also had a huge stain on the inside which I could not see when buying it!”
“Well why didn’t your daughter try it on before you bought it?”
“Because it was a present and it still doesn’t take away the fact that it had a stain inside it!” he bellowed making my head hurt twice as hard. Grrr...I wanted to punch him and send him flying into space. He was pretty urgent and annoyed to come here just after the shop opened at 9:00am.
“How much was it sir?”
“Twenty quid” he laughed. “I wouldn’t pay twenty pee for it now!”
“Ok, I’ll get the manager out here.” I sauntered into the backroom and wandered around until I found my manager: Mrs Smith.
“Yes...problem?” she asked.
“Yes, customer, angry” I said it like I was a robot: something out of the terminator.
She put her legs down and her coffee and her ‘Heat’ magazine, looking totally pissed off, she stomped out of the room and went to the very very angry and annoyed customer.
I couldn’t deal with this first thing on and early Sunday morning with a hangover. I didn’t usually get drunk and haven’t been drinking alcohol that long as I am only nineteen. Yes...I live in the UK were you can drink at eighteen...whoop, whoop!
I had only recently turned nineteen a month ago and have been living the night life and partying like a crazy teen since I turned eighteen.
I sauntered back past the confrontation between my manager and the hairy fat freak complaining. I went to hang around to see if any un-normal people would be in petals at this time in the morning. Nah, maybe grannies but they wouldn’t be in a fashion young girls shop!
“Ellie, over here!” Millie (my work mate) called me over to where she was standing.
“Hey, my head ******* kills!” I fluttered my eyes in pain.
“Hangover?”
“Yup.”
“Hmm, not good” Millie shook her lovely dyed chocolate brown long hair. She wore heaps of make-up and she was like a size 4 sometimes 6 depends what store and clothing she bought. But me on the other hand, I was size 8 to 10 mostly size 8. I have Auburn hair that was straight and long. I always wore my hoop earrings which I hardly ever took out. I didn’t wear heaps of make-up like Millie, but I do love a make-over what girl doesn’t? Oh yeah a tomboy.
“Why do you keep fluttering those blue eyes at me?” Millie said with a grin and a sparkle in her chocolate brown eyes that matched her hair colour.
“I am knackered, obviously” I rolled my eyes this time.
“Yep I have had that feeling many more times than you...even when I was .”
“Yeah only because your two years older than me, Gran bag!” I called her ‘oldie’ sometimes as well.
“Ooh, that the best ya can do ******!”
“Not even close Mcflurry” yes, her name is Millie and she loves her Mcflurrys’ you get from McDonalds and it starts with the same letter as her first name.
“So, ya doing anything Friday night?”
“Whoa, you expect me to plan that far ahead?”
“Uh, sorry I forgot you were still young and learning the alphabet” she chuckled. We were just both horsing around as per usual.
“Yeah, yeah” I folded my arms wanting to fall to the floor, suck my thumb, and sleep like a baby. Not learning the alphabet, that can come later.
“Well when you do no what your doing or not doing text me kay?”
“Sure will” I winked.
“So, got lucky last night with any lads at the ‘Phantom’ club?”
I sighed. “Yeah I wish.”
“Argh, to bad.”
“Yeah well I hope you and Fredrick last more than a week this time.”
“It was more than a week and at least I have one miss loner” Millie had been going out with this guy for a year now, on and off. Okay, it did last longer than a week but no shorter than three weeks.
“Yeah, anyway what...” before I could get us on to another subject (about friends) Mrs Smith called me.
“Ellie, on the till” she pointed behind her to where the till was with her thumb.
“Kay” I held my thumb up to her walked to the till.

SOZ IF TO LONG xxxx

It is a pity but it is hard to read. I say it is a pity because it does have the makings of a good story even though we have no idea of the plot at this stage. Some of your dialogue is good and so are some of the descriptions but you really need to print it off and read it aloud or get someone to read it to you. That way you will hear what you have actually written rather than what you think you have written. When you have done that correct all the errors. Just take the last sentence as an example.
"Kay" (I know it's slang but it's also a girls name) I held my thumb up to her walked to the till. You have either missed a word out or the sentence isn't finished even though there is a full stop in place.
I know that young people use shortened words but if you want to write a serious novel or short story you need to get out of the habit or your rejection letters will pile up.
Keep writing though because with a little polish and a little thought it will be readable. Never get upset at constructive criticism.

"At first, they were just two bumps, but they started to grow quickly, and after a month there were two wings," she said.

Feng, of Xianyang city, Shaanxi province, says the wings, which contain bones, make her pet look like a 'cat angel'.

Her explanation is that the cat sprouted the wings after being sexually harassed.

"A month ago, many female cats in heat came to harass him, and then the wings started to grow," she said.

However, experts say the phenomenon is more likely down to a gene mutation, and say it shouldn't prevent the cat living a normal life.

Interesting story, interesting picture. These things always happen thousands of miles away, which makes them hard to verify.

HOWEVER, assuming that this is a true story about a strange event in the life of a genuine cat, no, it's not evolution. Evolution is a change in gene frequency in a population, and so far, this is the only winged cat we know of. The wings seem to convey no advantage in terms of reproduction or survival, and we don't even know if this is a heritable condition, so it is unlikely that we will see more kitties like this one.